A/N: I'm sorry for posting this chapter a couple of days late, I've had writers block.
Thanks to those that have continued to read and leave their thoughts. I am most greatful. So here's chapter eight.
Enjoy and take care.


Chapter eight

Sara collapsed onto the floor of the shower. Grissom stood just outside the door, listening to his lovers sobs echo through the room. Stripping down, Grissom joined Sara in the shower, scooping her up in his arms as he held her under the boiling water as she cried.

She didn't even register that Grissom was there until she felt herself being lay on the bed. Once she heard Grissom leave the room she curled up into a ball and pulled the sheets tight around her shaking body.

Grissom brewed two mugs of coffee, and headed to the bedroom.

"Sara. Honey. " Grissom placed the mugs on one of the bedside table and sat himself on the edge of the bed, next to Sara.

"Gil?" Sara turned over and attempted to pull herself up right, but was stopped by Grissom her pushed her back down on the bed and lay next to her.

"Yes?" Grissom pulled Sara into his arms.
Sara rested her head on Grissom's chest and listened to his heart. It didn't sound like it used to. "What are you doing here?"

"I want to be with you Sara. And if you don't want to go back to Vegas, then I'll move here."

"You'll leave the lab?"

"If it means being with you, then yes."

"Gil, it's your life. You've worked so hard to make it what it is. You can't just leave it for me." Sara sat up, but Grissom stayed laying still. "Why Gil? What made you come to me?"

"You said that you needed me more than ever, and that if you had to come to Vegas you would. I didn't want you to come back to have to run again." Grissom sat himself up. He hoped Sara would curl herself up in his arms, but instead, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked over at the gorgeous bloke next to her.

"I also said that I would go to Vegas to get the truth about your illness from you."

Grissom bowed his head. He knew she was right.

'I have to tell her. But not now. I need time.'

"Sara, I..." Grissom felt his chest tighten as he tried to move closer to his beloved.

"Gil. Are you alright?" Sara scuttled closer to Grissom, her eyes filling with concern and panic.

"In my bag. Pills." Grissom was getting short of breath.

'Please hurry Sara.'

A/N: What happens to Gil? Do you think he will tell her about his heart or will she figure it out herself? will Sara spill the beans about what's on her mind, or does she forget about herself to care for Grissom? You decide!
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Take care.
Paige